Now What?
by moonservant
Summary: The battle is over. The country is safe. Now what? Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny must learn how to deal with life after the defeat of Voldemort. Follows cannon.
1. Chapter 1

It took only a matter of weeks for the downfall of Voldemort to end the complete oppression of Wizarding Britain. With their leader undeniably gone, many of the Death Eaters gave up and attempted to negotiate with officials for lesser sentences. The more mature members of the Order of the Phoenix infiltrated the Ministry of Magic just three days after the battle at Hogwarts and, with the support of the remaining aurors, installed Kingsley Shacklebolt as the temporary Minister of Magic until elections could be held in three months.

Trials immediately began. The occupants of the newly-restored, Dementor-free Azkaban swelled as former Death Eaters were sentenced. Some of the more sinister followers, including Fenrir Greyback, were charged with multiple life sentences in solitary confinement to ensure they stayed away forever. Throughout this process, the legendary Harry Potter appeared in public only twice. The first was in a public statement to clear the names of several known Death Eaters including Sirius Black, Stanley Shunpike, and Severus Snape. He was the savior of the Wizarding World so his word was law and no one challenged these statements. The second time was at the trial of the Malfoy family. To the surprise of many people, he suggested a light sentence for Narcissa Malfoy and no formal jail time for Draco. In the end, they were both sentenced to a year of house arrest while Lucius received only five years in Azkaban. Since that day in July though, no one had seen the Boy-Who-Lived.

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Teddy Lupin crawled awkwardly across the rug, giggling as the toy dragon he was trying to catch hopped away from him every three seconds. With each hop, the surprised baby's hair changed another color. Harry smiled sadly at his godson as he accepted a cup of tea from Andromeda Tonks. They continued to watch the baby play and tried to ignore the heavy grief weighing upon their hearts. It had been two months since Voldemort fell, but more importantly, it had been two months since Fred, Remus, Tonks, Colin, and so many died, four months since Ted died, and not a year from so many other deaths. Countless funerals had been held since that time and only now were things beginning to resemble some kind of normality. Still, the loss of so many people weighed upon everyone.

The Weasleys, while always happy to have Harry, Teddy, and Andromeda over, were still grieving heavily over Fred's loss. George barely left his shop, becoming a workaholic in order to deal with the loss of his twin. Mrs. Weasley seemed to overcompensate for the death of one son by smothering the others more than usual, but no one complained. They were a family and right now they needed each other.

Hermione popped in occasionally as well, but she spent most of her time with her family. A week after the Ministry was reclaimed, she left for Australia to restore her parents' memories and since then was making up for the missing year. No one blamed her for not writing often. While everyone had sacrificed, Hermione paid the highest price for that year, erasing herself from her parents' lives to protect them and save them the hardship of knowing their daughter was killed, or worse, wondering where she was if she never came home.

Then there was Harry. After the funerals, he moved in with Andromeda at her invitation to begin fulfilling his role as Teddy's godfather. He was seventeen and unprepared to raise a child yet, and he knew that Andromeda needed to be a part of her grandson's life now that her husband and daughter were gone. He wasn't sure yet what his plans were, but this was temporary. They were both alone, both loved this child, and needed to have some sort of a family right now.

"Are you going to accept Kingsley's offer?" Andromeda asked distantly. Since she learned of Tonks and Remus's deaths, she'd barely spoken unless it was to Teddy. Only then did she express an emotion besides overwhelming grief. Harry used to feel conflicted towards Andromeda. Her resemblance to her sister was striking, but the more he knew her, the more it was apparent that resemblance was the only thing they shared. This woman was a caring, feeling human with a heart of gold. He no longer had to banish thoughts of Bellatrix around her.

"I can't imagine going back to Hogwarts now and being a student after everything that's happened," he replied after a few moments. Teddy finally caught the dragon and was now chewing on its tale. Andromeda said he would be teething soon. Harry looked back at the letter clutched in his hand. Kingsley, the acting Minister of Magic, had offered him a job as an auror in the new Ministry without completion of his seventh year at Hogwarts. It was the job he'd always seen himself doing, but it had always been towards the end of giving him the best means to defeat Voldemort. Now that was done. This would be a normal job. A career that had nothing to do with a prophecy or unbeatable evil. It would be a regular, go to work and go home job. This idea of normalcy overwhelmed him. He'd never been normal and although he was a celebrated hero once again, the idea of not living in constant danger was incomprehensible. He hadn't felt like that since he was ten.

"Then again, you are overqualified in my opinion." Even in this mood, Andromeda had a sense of humor. Tonks had been physically funny, but Andromeda was witty and if you weren't paying attention, it was lost. Harry chuckled a bit and played with his lemon slice. "But it would be good. It would give you something to do. A schedule. Money, not that you need it. You could start reworking your identity as an adult and not as The Chosen One or the Boy-Who-Lived." That spoke to him on many levels.

"I'm going to accept. I really don't have a choice. Right now, I can't see myself doing anything else. And you're right, I need to find a new life for myself. Plus, I have this one to take care of and want to start making a life he can fit into," he said addressing Teddy. "I hope I can be something good for him. Sirius was a better godfather than I could have hoped for even if he wasn't around a lot." Andromeda gently rubbed his shoulder.

"I saw Sirius the day your parents made that announcement. He was so excited, but he was also scared. It's only natural. Your parents, like all parents, worried about their ability to raise you I'm sure. It's natural, but we figure it out. But, at least you have me for a little while," she said, allowing her Black family arrogance to shine a bit.

"I hope you're around for more than just a little while." Andromeda just shrugged. Harry knew to end that topic. "I do have a few things I need to take care of first before this job starts though," Harry continued their previous conversation. First, he needed to retrieve his belongings from Privet Drive. Secondly, he wanted to see the Dursley's again. They might have made his life miserable for years, but right now, he felt the need to be with real relatives. Besides, Petunia and Dudley had given him some hope that he could eventually be more than a freak to them. Finally, he wanted to go back to Godric's Hollow and really see the house he'd been raised in for the first year of his life.

"You should do that then. When would you start?"

"Beginning of September. I think he wants people to have time with families and younger siblings who will be going back to school."

"You have time then." Harry resolved then and there to go to Privet Drive tomorrow. He was having dinner with Hermione and the Weasleys tomorrow night while Andromeda and Teddy visited some of her friends from Hogwarts. That would give him plenty of time tomorrow to pop in, find his stuff, and possibly repair any damage that might have befallen the house. He imagined the Dursleys would want to move back in and the least he could do was make sure it was ready for them since he was the reason they had to leave.

Harry put his cup on the side table and threw himself onto the floor to lie on his back with Teddy held up in the air. He genuinely smiled as Teddy squealed with delight and waved his arms and legs. In this moment, he was happy.

_A/N: First off, I do not own Harry Potter. Just saying. Secondly, I want to write this. I read a lot of stories about after the Battle and either they're years in the future so everyone is all right, or I just don't agree with the story even if it is good. Although I cannot know what these characters feel, I want to try to portray it. This will follow cannon as close as possible. Know that I don't know everything J.K. Rowlings has said about each character's history so if it's not on the few websites I look at, I can't know about it. If things do not line up perfectly, that's probably why and don't flame me for it. However, I do love constructive criticism and welcome your suggests for improvement. Do enjoy this! Also, if you're also reading my other story "A Guiding Paw," I'm still working on it. I'm about half way into a chapter. I'm just working out a few plot details. _


	2. Chapter 2

Harry apparated in the alley next to Mrs. Figg's house. He considered stopping in to say hello, but he was on a mission and honestly was not feeling social today. He knew there was more to this woman than just her cats, but he still worried about encountering most people he was not very close with. The _Daily Prophet_ exploded with article about him the two times he made public appearances, and although he was sure Mrs. Figg was not going to call in the press, he worried about the reception he might receive around other people. He quickly altered his hair color with a simple charm and put on sunglasses to hide his eyes before heading down the street.

Overall, the neighborhood appeared to be its usual boring self. All the houses, except one, looked exactly the same with well-maintained gardens and expensive, but not flashy cars in the driveway. He stopped before the one house that was different. The door hung on its hinges. The garden was overgrown with weeds and the once obsessed-over lawn was far too long. He stepped inside and realized that most of the damage was hidden. Pictures were smashed. Furniture was broken and turned over. There were holes in the walls and ceiling and scorch marks everywhere. Apparently whoever had attempted to find clues on his or his relatives' whereabouts had been greatly displeased at find the house empty.

Harry went to the cupboard, which was pried open, and found his trunk. He had been searched through, but nothing was obviously taken. After all, what would a Death Eater want with a bunch of textbooks? He repacked the trunk and dragged it upstairs to his old room. There he found a bunch of cards, letters, and newspaper clippings under his floorboard. He took a moment and flipped through them. The ones on top focused around Dumbledore's death. Beneath them were all the birthday cards he'd received since he was thirteen. At some point, he wanted to reread all of them, but not today. He placed them in his trunk and added a few pieces of clothes to the load. He'd taken a few things with him during his year on the run, but he needed more, and although he should go shopping and stop wearing Dudley's old hand-me-downs, he was putting that off for now.

With his trunk packed, Harry turned to the rest of the house. He quickly repaired the broken furniture and pictures and sent them to their proper places. That was easy as a wizard. He also fixed the holes and banished the scorch marks in about ten minutes. But he was determined not to do all of this by magic. Once all the major damage was done, he found the broom and began sweeping the floors. This old cleaning routine, hammered into him from a young age quickly took over and he was able to lose himself in the work. He swept the kitchen, entrance way, and then the bathrooms. Next, he mopped those floors. While they dried, he vacuumed the rest of the house and took to scrubbing all hard surfaces, dusting wooden furniture, and cleaning mirrors. It felt good to do something so simple. Once the inside was acceptably clean, he went to the garage and set to work making the house as painfully boring as the other houses. The door was simple to fix with just a few new screws and grease.

As he weeded though, the neighbors, always nosy, noticed the activity in the recently vacant house. Mrs. Plum hesitantly stepped outside and crossed the street to stand on the sidewalk near the garden. She was nervous as she approached him. No doubt they all still suspected he was a delinquent and potentially dangerous. It was actually a nice reaction as opposed to the one he got from any magical folk. He sat back on his heels and greeted her warmly.

"Uhm, uh, hello," she began. "Harry, is it?" He nodded simply and waited for her to continue. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I was just curious. Are Vernon and Petunia returning finally from Manchester? I know they intended to rent the house while Vernon was serving at the office there this year, but I guess no one wanted it after those hooligans wrecked the place. Such a shame. They always had such a nice house. Anyhow, are they returning soon?" She was a chatty woman by nature and her nervousness only made her talk faster. Harry smiled at her innocent perception of why the Dursleys had left. The Dursleys had been careful to spread a false story at Harry's suggestion.

"I believe so, but I don't know a date. We don't talk a lot. But I wanted to stop by and get the place ready for when they do return," he explained. The woman nodded in understanding and with a hasty good-bye retreated to her side of the street. Yes, it was nice to not be someone special.

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Harry managed to get back just as Andromeda and Teddy were leaving. He said goodbye and hopped in the shower. He was sun burnt and sore from the chores, but it felt good. With the cold water, he felt a tiny piece of his worries wash away. He quickly dressed, shook out his hair, and hopped in the fireplace. A moment later, he was standing in the kitchen of the Burrow.

For once, the house was not bustling with activity. Tonight, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were going out together and the remaining children were staying home. When he arrived, Ron and Hermione were standing close to the stove, flirting sweetly over the boiling pasta. Ginny was chopping vegetables at the far end of the table while Percy and Charlie conversed quietly on either side of her. As the flare of the fire and the thud of his trainers on the stone, everyone turned to look at him. Ron quickly crossed over to him, and embraced him strongly.

"Good to see you Mate," he said in the soft tone everyone was using these days. Harry responded appropriately and let go to accept a hug from Hermione.

"Come on in. Dinner should be ready soon," Hermione welcomed him with more bounce and cheer than Ron. While Hermione might have sacrificed the most with her family while they were on the run, her struggle was closer to being over. Her parents were all right, and that lessened everything significantly for her. As she turned back to the stove, her arm snaked around Ron's waist and pulled him with her. Harry loved seeing his friends together. Through all of this, they were a bright spot and their happiness was wonderful to see.

Harry then turned to the rest of the group. Charlie indicated for him to take a seat next to him, and Percy said hello with his eyes glued to the table. After his part in the smear campaign against Harry, he was still nervous around him even though Harry held nothing against him. His attention then turned to Ginny, though to be honest with himself, he focused on her the minute he entered the house. A decision had to be made soon. While he was still crazy about her, and he suspected she was still interested, he worried his new celebrity status would scare her away. This new life might be too much for her. And maybe, just maybe, she was realizing he was less than ideal for her. She was so amazing and despite what everyone thought, he was so average.

"Hi Ginny." It was not the most impressive of openings, but she still looked up and smiled at him anyways.

"Hey Harry. How are you?" That question carried a lot of weight with it these days for everyone.

"Good. I got a lot done today. I went back to Privet Drive." Everyone looked at him as if he'd suddenly burst into song.

"That is your uncle and aunt's house?" Percy clarified timidly.

"Why would you ever do that?" Ron burst out, which actually made Harry laugh a bit. He explained that his need to retrieve his stuff and his plan to try to connect to his mother's family. Ron, naturally, thought he was mental, and Harry had to agree it did sound a little crazy. However, Hermione was on his side.

"I think that's a wonderful plan, Harry. With all the hate in the world, it's good to know some peace is being made." Charlie also agreed. The conversation was cut short as water began to boil out of the pan. Charlie, Percy, and Harry made light conversation about the new plans Kingsley was proposing for the Ministry as Ron and Hermione dished out spaghetti and Ginny finished the salad. They'd all sat down and started eating when Ron suddenly became very excited.

"Oye, Harry! I forgot to ask, but did you get a job offer from the Ministry yesterday?"

"Yeah, to be an auror. I take it you did too?" Ron excitedly nodded and ran upstairs to get the letter. From the looks of surprise from his brothers and sister, Ron had kept this a secret from them until he had time to confer with Harry.

"I got one too," Hermione said simply. Harry looked over at Ginny.

"What about you? You were just as involved in the fighting as we were." She lowered her head and pushed a meatball around on her plate.

"No I wasn't. I stayed behind for half of it. But it's fine. I... I do want to go back and maybe have a regular year. I haven't played Quidditch in awhile." Harry was relieved that she did sound genuinely enthusiastic about being able to go back.

"Here it is! Look, look!" Ron cried as he returned back downstairs with the letter. Charlie wiped his mouth and took it from his youngest brother as Percy got up to look over his shoulder.

"Congratulations Ron! You truly deserve this!" Percy praised him.

"Definitely a first for the family. Mum's never been able to brag that one son made auror without taking his N.E.W.T.s," Charlie added. Ron's ears flushed a deep crimson and Harry thought back to their first year and Ron's reflection in the Mirror of Erised. He always felt overshadowed by his older brothers, but he'd finally found a way to stand out. Harry smiled with him.

"To the future," Hermione suddenly toasted, holding up her bottle of butterbeer. The others raised theirs as well, repeating her words and drank deeply. The future was here and though the past still lingered heavily upon them, life was definitely beginning to be a little brighter.

"I have an idea," Harry announced a little while later once they'd returned to eating. "Let's have a Quidditch match tonight. Ginny's right; it's been too long since we've had some real fun!" Ginny immediately agreed, but Hermione refused. She was wearing a dress and dresses and brooms make for a very tragic combination. Ron also declined, electing to stay behind with Hermione. Percy was never very apt on a broom and Charlie said he had to be getting back to his dragons soon. It was then agreed that Harry and Ginny would still play a little one-on-one.

Dinner finished and Ron and Hermione began cleaning the kitchen. Charlie said his good-byes and Ginny ran upstairs to grab a jacket before they played. Ron took his sister's absence to have a talk with his best friend.

"You know Ginny's still in love with you, right?" Harry nodded awkwardly as he began unnecessarily tying his shoes. This wasn't something he really wanted to talk about with Ron. "Well you need to decide what you want to do about this. I'm cool with you seeing my sister, but I don't want you dragging her along. I think she assumed once the war was over and things calmed down a bit, you two would be back together and nothing's happened yet."

"I know that Ron! But it's not over yet for me. I've been dealing with a lot of stuff lately," he snapped at him. Ron realized his error and sighed as he sat down next to Harry.

"I know Mate. We all have. I just mean... you know with everything we've been through... I mean, we're safe now. And no one's over what happened, but we're safe and life has to go on. It's really helped me having Hermione around and I know you have Teddy to look after and we're always here for you, but maybe Ginny, if you're still willing, would be that little extra something you need."

"Thank you Ron," Harry said as he pulled his best friend into a hug. His support and concern meant the world to him. He broke apart as Ginny came back down the two left the kitchen and went to the shed in the yard. Although Harry could have easily gone back for his Firebolt, he wanted it to be a fair game for now and took one of their old, rickety brooms. Ginny grabbed the Quaffle and then started towards the Quidditch pitch over the hill.

Harry now had a choice to make. He could say something or not. Or he could grab her hand. He didn't know why, but that felt like the boldest thing he could possibly do in this moment. Her hand was right there. Tempting him. Go for it. He went for it. His fingers entwined around hers and he pulled her just a little bit closer. Ginny looked down at their hands and then up at him.

"Are you sure about this?" is all she asked.

"Definitely. I want nothing more." She dropped the Quidditch stuff and pulled him against her. In that one kiss, a year's worth of frustration, fear, loneliness, and sorrow was unleashed. They never made it to the pitch as they sank into the tall grass and just silently held each other close.


	3. Chapter 3

A/N: Hey, thank you to everyone who reviewed!I love getting reviews and knowing that people are reading and liking this. But really, if you have an criticisms, let me know so that I can improve. Also, I apologize for the long delay. Final exams hit, work stuff happened, and I'm now on vacation. I hope to write a bit more frequently now, but I promise nothing.

Ron was right. Since reconciling things with Ginny, Harry had been noticeably happier. While nothing could truly ease the loss of everyone, having someone else there for them had helped speed that healing process for both of them. Frequently, their talks would turn Fred, Remus and Tonks, Colin, and Mad-Eye. Harry also found himself wanting to bring up Snape and share what he learned in Dumbledore's office, but something about that seemed so intimate that he still hadn't mentioned it.

Today though, Harry had a daunting mission ahead of him. Yesterday, an owl from Kingsley arrived with the address for his aunt and uncle. Now, he was faced with the prospect of seeing them again. True, their final parting had not been horrible. Dudley was quite nice and Petunia seemed almost civil. It was just his uncle he was still afraid of. Dressed in a new pair of slacks and a regular button down, with a hair taming spell Andromeda taught him in place, he hoped he wouldn't be cast away for looking indecent. He grabbed his wand and coat, went out the door, and with a pop, apparated.

He stood on the landing of the flat for a moment, not really to reconsider, but finally gathered himself and knocked firmly on the door. Movement and some muffled voices floated through the door before a tall, severe woman with too much neck appeared in the doorway. Aunt Petunia looked as polished as ever and what little Harry could see of the flat looked as spick and span as Privet Drive.

"Hello Aunt Petunia. Forgive me coming unannounced, but I only found you yesterday and I have some business to discuss with you and Uncle Vernon that I know you've been waiting for," he greeted her formally. Although her expression did not change, Harry thought he saw something in her eyes soften just a bit.

"Vernon's at work today, but you may come in and talk to me." She allowed him into the sitting room and called for Dudley to start tea. The small glimpse Harry caught of his cousin showed a much healthier-looking Dudley and apparently, a more domesticated one too. The room was decorated simply with some of the furniture from Privet Drive and a few family pictures that continued to exclude Harry. Petunia sat on the right side of the sofa and Harry took an armchair at her side.

"I hope you're all well," Harry inquired as they took their seats.

"We are, thank you," she responded. Harry did not expect her to ask about him and accepted her civility gratefully. "What is it you wish to discuss?"

"Your living situation. The danger has past and it's safe for you to go back to Privet Drive if you wish," he said. A smile broke onto Petunia's face.

"I did hope we would go back some day," she told him wistfully. But the smile faded a second later. "But I imagine if there was so much danger to ourselves as you said that the house is hardly fit for habitation. Perhaps in a week or two we can go back and examine the damage and start making repairs," she thought aloud.

"That's not necessary. I went there two weeks ago and fixed everything. The house is like new again. Your garden is even in order." Petunia stared at him in disbelief. Although Harry wondered if his family was aware of how awful they were to him, he felt in this moment that Petunia was wondering why he would ever do something like this for them.

"We can go back then?"

"We're going back?" Dudley interrupted from the doorway, holding a tea tray haphazardly as he processed his mother's question. Harry leaned around the side of the armchair to face his cousin.

"Everything is ready for you." Tea spilled all over the tray as Dudley carelessly put it on the table as he moved to embrace his ecstatic mother. They hugged and cried, and, shockingly, pulled Harry into their grasp.

"Thank you, thank you," Petunia cried in joy.

"You don't have to thank me. We're a family after all," Harry said. In a new light, Petunia looked at him with the first kind expression he'd even seen from her.

"You're just like your mother," she whispered, causing him to smile sadly. The newly formed family stood there for a moment before Aunt Petunia finally wiped the tears from her eyes with a smile and gestured towards the sofa. "We are a family, and I hope you'll have time to... visit for a bit. Dear me, you made quite a mess of the tea Dudders. I'll go make us some new cups," and with few awkward motions, she collected the soiled tray and went back to the kitchen.

Harry and Dudley both stared at the table in a moment of uncomfortable silence. Although things were different now, Dudley was once the schoolyard bully Harry had to live with for years, and Dudley knew Harry only as the freak he shouldn't associate with until about five minutes ago.

"It's over then? You're safe?" Dudley finally asked. Harry kept staring at the table, not sure how to answer that considering no one here really knew the situation.

"For the most part. There are a few followers that need rounding up, but it's a lot better now." Simple honesty always was the best answer. Silence again.

"What happened when you left?" But then, some things were too hard to simplify.

"It's hard to explain Dudley. There's so much behind all of this and you wouldn't-"

"I'm not stupid you know," Dudley said forcefully. "I'm not one of you. I don't know everything, but neither did you at one point. And, I want to know what happened and why my family had to leave our home. I want to know why I heard you screaming at night. Yes, I was awful to you at one point, but I didn't know better. Let me show you I'm different," he practically pleaded. Harry was moved, yet he wasn't sure if now was the time to get into this.

"It's a long story."

"We have time Harry," Aunt Petunia assured him from the doorway. Harry looked up at her and saw that although she seemed anxious and scared for the truth, she sincerely wanted to know.

"Very well. It all started with a boy named Tom Riddle, an orphan who knew he was a different and one day learned he was a wizard." And he told them about Tom and how he grew into Lord Voldemort. About those who stood against him the first time and why he murdered the Potters. He told them about the Sorcerer's Stone, the Chamber of Secrets, the Triwizard Tournament, the Ministry, the Order, the Horcruxes, being hunted, feeling so alone and helpless, watching people die, dying. He told them everything, pausing in places to clarify when he knew they needed it, but mostly, his relatives listened to his trials and let the raw, angry emotion flow. By the end of it, everyone had tears in their eyes, but no one knew what to do about it. "And now, all we can do is try to move on. And that's what I'm doing now. Starting over."

"How are you doing that? Where are you staying? What are you doing?" Petunia asked, hoping for a happy new beginning.

"I've taken a job at the Ministry of Magic with the... police department, Aurors, tracking down the remaining Death Eaters. That starts in a few weeks. Once that's in order, I want to get a place of my own, maybe in the city. I'm currently staying with my godson, Teddy, and his grandmother, Andromeda. They've been a real help." Petunia perked up at this.

"You have a godson now? But so young! And who were his parents?"

"Remus and Tonks, I told you about them. He's only about six months now. But gosh, he has spirit like his parents. And his smile is just so innocent it warms your heart to see it. Yet he doesn't know how much he's lost already. I had more time with Mom and Dad."  
>Petunia hesitantly reached over from her chair and took his hand.<p>

"Then you'll be just what he needs when he starts asking questions. You'll know the answers to give."

"I can tell him his parents decided to fight my battle instead of staying with him?"

"No. But when the time comes, you'll know the answer. All parents figure it out on the go." Harry glanced down at his watch. It had been a long time since he'd arrived and all this emotion was awkward for everyone. These connections of relation that had always been their, lying dormant, were now activated, but like anything, it took practice. Harry rose and shook his cousin's hand and thanked his aunt for a pleasant afternoon, promising to visit once the family was moved back into Privet Drive.

He left the small flat and apparated as soon as he was sure no one was watching. He arrived back at the Tonks' House, but he wasn't quite ready to go in yet. Turning on his heel, he started down the street. He had a lot to think about today. What was his new relationship with his mother's family going to be now? What did his future hold? How was he going to raise Teddy?


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